SANDE

And in your beard, too.... Why do you look at me so?

GOLAUD.

I am looking at your eyes.--Do you never shut your eyes?

MELISANDE.

Oh, yes; I shut them at night....

GOLAUD.

Why do you look so astonished?

MELISANDE.

You are a giant?

GOLAUD.

I am a man like the rest....

MELISANDE.

Why have you come here?

GOLAUD.

I do not know, myself. I was hunting in the forest, I was chasing a
wild boar. I mistook the road.--You look very young. How old are you?

MELISANDE.

I am beginning to be cold....

GOLAUD.

Will you come with me!

MELISANDE.

No, no; I will stay here....

GOLAUD.

You cannot stay here all alone. You cannot stay here all night
long.... What is your name?

MELISANDE.

Melisande.

GOLAUD.

You cannot stay here, Melisande. Come with me....

MELISANDE.

I will stay here....

GOLAUD.

You will be afraid, all alone. We do not know what there may be here
... all night long ... all alone ... it is impossible. Melisande,
come, give me your hand....

MELISANDE.

Oh, do not touch me!...

GOLAUD.

Do not scream.... I will not touch you again. But come with me. The
night will be very dark and very cold. Come with me....

MELISANDE.

Where are you going?...

GOLAUD.

I do not know.... I am lost too....
[_Exeunt._

SCENE III.--_A hall in the castle_. ARKEL _and_ GENEVIEVE
_discovered_.

GENEVIEVE.

Here is what he writes to his brother Pelleas: "I found her all in
tears one evening, beside a spring in the forest where I had lost
myself. I do not know her age, nor who she is, nor whence she comes,
and I dare not question her, for she must have had a sore fright; and
when you ask her what has happened to her, she falls at once a-weeping
like a child, and sobs so heavily you are afraid. Just as I found her
by the springs, a crown of gold had slipped from her hair and fallen
to the bottom of the water. She was clad, besides, like a princess,
though her garments had been torn by the briers. It is now six months
since I married her and I know no more about it than on the day of
our meeting. Meanwhile, dear Pelleas, thou whom I love more than a
brother, although we were not born of the same father; meanwhile make
ready for my return.... I know my mother will willingly forgive me.
But I am afraid of the King, our venerable grandsire, I am afraid of
Arkel, in spite of all his kind